A/N: Hello… Nothing else to do expect write with my laptop and I have three annoying things to kill already… so yeah… I have played solitaire for two weeks straight and what does that tell about me when my crappiest times I can play a game thru are under 150 seconds and 6000 points?

What! You can't response to reviews anymore! Honestly, that suck!

Thanks for all the reviews and Moonraker, thanks a lot for your honest review. Those kind of reviews are the ones I expect and likethe most! I just need to get into the story and going. And I'd like to inform you that English definitely isn't my native tongue, thus the grammar, typo anderrors, but I write to my best ability. Thanks!

Disclaimer: Kinohas are really infuriating and dangerous when provoked so just leave that to it. No own. Thank you.

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Chapter 3 – Evening at West City, Part I

Son Goku sighed dejectedly as he strapped his army boots' laces tightly into neat knot. Standing up and adjusting his appearance in front of a magical mirror since the normal ones didn't dare to show him his reflection. It was irritating and caused quite ruckus when noticed in heavily mirrored pubs and nightclubs by people. Luckily most of them were so drunk they just shrugged it off. Shoving his hands into his long billowing jacket's pockets, he marched out of his room. Out in the courtyard, he inhaled deeply, summoning the ancient dark magic of the vampires, and with one great jump he took off in the air. Only lonely gusts of wind were left at his wake.

The target: West City, an unfortunate Noble vampire youth.

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" Papa! I'm home!" ChiChi bellowed and shut the door on Hitake's face hard, and his mile-per-minute- speech was cut off. Now it only sounded thru the door as more incoherent mumbling. The Ox King ambled happily smiling in to the room yawning and saying good morning. He had been obviously sleeping and just woken up and the steaming cup of coffee he held made ChiChi even more frustrated. It was almost dawn and she was going to sleep: a normal bedtime of most hard-working vampire hunters.

" The hunt went well, sweetie?" he asked taking a sip of his coffee.

" Yeah! Fine!" she shouted and kicked her boots off aggressively to the other side of the room. Ox King chuckled. Ah, the lovely sight of a lovely teenage daughter lovely sleep-deprived and angry. Before he had time to make more question, preferably about Hitake, the phone rang. The giant ex-hunter went and picked it up, greeting happily. ChiChi stared at the offending device his father was talking into, hoping for a second to posses the most-advanced vampires' deadly magic: melting things and people with your gaze. She certainly knew who the caller was.

" … Oh that's too bad… I'll tell her, don't worry. It's my greatest pleasure to ensure their future happiness!" the Ox King talked on, grinning widely as ChiChi made mad dash to the upstairs and stopped dead on her tracks as her father's commanding and happy voice rang out once again. She cringed.

" Oh ChiChi dear! You didn't tell me you and Hitake are going out to eat! This is great, you're finally warmed up to him!" he put down the receiver.

" But---"

" You could have waited a little bit more before shutting the door to his face so he could have told you the proper time when he comes to pick you up and didn't need to call me…" The ex-slayer scolded fiercely and ChiChi growled. When three people were playing against you, you were about to lose eventually. In ChiChi's case after almost three years she met her first defeat. A defeat she knew she had no way out. The raven-haired vampire slayer knew her father would send her there enchanted and 'willing', if needed, and ChiChi'd rather go unhappily and 'willing' her dignity intact.

" Hitake's father said he's going to come pick you up at seven! You're going to the finest restaurant in the whole West City!"

ChiChi looked like she had just eaten dozens of lemons without break. Giving a curt nod, she stormed upstairs noting the small confused frown on his fathers usually happy face. What did he expect? A smile, giddy shriek and a huge demand go to mall immediately to pick up the most dashing dress there was? Hitake was after all, the villages most desire male and strongest hunter, after Gyo Mao and ChiChi. An offspring would be powerful and not to mention, would be handsome and beautiful. Who'd pass up that kind of a grandkid? Fat chance, daddy! ChiChi raged. She wasn't a bloody breeding mare for fuck's sake! Her father, Hitake and the blond's father could go to Hell immediately and stay there! In her opinion, everybody currently residing on the surface of Earth could go to Hell right now join them! Since when her family and loved ones had turned into her second worst enemies? The whole village seemed to want it, expect for her. The other girl couldn't understand why she wasn't head over heels with him as they were. Why not? Oh surprise! He's the most egoistical bastard and the biggest turtle shit to roam the Earth in centuries!

Banging the door shut in loud protest, she plopped on the bed, not bothering to go take a shower and partly too tired physically and emotionally. For the evening, she planned to look absolutely horrible and preferably and accidentally over-sleep. You can't go to city when your 'girlfriend looks like she's been through the storm of the year', now can you? With an evil smile she fell asleep, dreaming of nothing.

Too bad her loving father had no intentions to let his daughter to pass up this kind of chance and woke her evenly two hours before 19.00 pm. equipped with a stunning dress, hairdresser and beauty specialist.

ChiChi was absolutely overjoyed. So was Hitake.

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Landing softly on some abandoned alley like a shadow, he partly was one, Goku walked to the bigger main street and melted easily in the mingling crowd. Heading towards the target as casually as possibly, he glanced at the title in slight amazement. He had taken care of some just plain weird and freaky cases but this was something that waged war against all his vampire instincts. The bloody rebellious Noble owned a fucking restaurant. For humans and it was the finest in the whole West City. There was nothing freakier than a vampire who owned a restaurant named Crimson Calyx, in Goku's opinion. The title clearly didn't mean wine, that was he was sure of.

He looked the time from the public clock that was lagging behind at least ten minutes. Almost eight. Or ten past eight but the time didn't really matter. A worried knit appeared between his eyes. He hoped this could be taken care of without the customers' interference and without good old public panic and without huge masses of blood being sprayed in front of them. That was a bad advertisement for the whole establishment: that was sure.

He squeezed the handle of his special gun just made for him. Walther P-38 blowback also called semi-automatic, model 38, and old German Army's gun from the World War II modified for present days' use. A heavily modified version. The bullet calibre had been upped to 46 and they mainly consisted of pure silver, blessed with the holy powers. Making them was holy hell, literally. One slip and he was dead faster than you could say oops.

Goku really hated the gun. He preferred his fist and legs and the thrill of the fight. Before the whole sorry vampire ordeal, he had been a really promising martial artist beginning in the loving care of his grandfather, Son Gohan. He had kept up his skills but kicks really didn't do much to vampires he faced on daily basis. Broken bones that would heal instantly and internal damage did noting since they had nothing to bleed. His magic level was too low compared to theirs so he was forced to rely on a handgun and still was the most feared assassin in the vampire world. Right after his Lord and Master.

Rising his hood to cover his trademark hair and putting up cool sunglasses, he marched in gaining some very despising looks from the very cream of the City. He could care less. Now he could care less about their possible dead or bloodstained clothes. The whole bunch could go Hell all he cared and die of sudden heart attack. His good mood and intentions were ruined.

His intense gaze swept through the dining throng. Old hags with even older fucks dressed in gowns and garbs they should have been by law not permitted to wear. and stopped suddenly. He frowned. The woman was her back to him and she seemed to be listening intently at the blond, absolutely stunning looking young man talking at her smiling like he was in seventh heaven. He felt something resembling jealousy in the back of his kill-set mind. She had her silky black hair up in very intricate hairdo that stumbled in enticing curls down her bare creamy back that the white dress kindly revealed to his eyes. The neck curve was very alluring… A perfect to bite, perhaps. The smooth skin against his lips, feeling the sweet suction of her rich blood running wildly underneath. Her life-liquid just millimetres under the fragile protection of her skin and artery wall… He could almost feel the beat of her steady pulse from where she sat…Goku absently wiped the drool off from the corner of his mouth. And… He slapped himself mentally. Hard. He was here to kill, not to dine and fuck, restaurant as this was nonetheless.

Growling angrily, he stomped off to the kitchen and the main office. The picture of the raven-haired and nicely bodied, funny, silver-dagger-swinging, (unfortunately) vampire slayer female popped into his mind. The girl would look good in that hairdo…

With nothing else on…

He disappeared into the kitchen scowling fiercely, scaring the shit out of the pathetic human cooks and staff, and wondering if the puberty was way longer as a vampire than it should have been. Another thing that seemed to suck.

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ChiChi smiled stiffly at Hitake who looked at her so… disturbingly. Any other woman would have called the look adoring, amazed, lustful, wanting, loving but all that look was to her was badly disturbing. She didn't know why, but Hitake was just plain creeping her out. Did she already mention she'd rather date a vampire? She wore long, tightly fitting, white, simple dress with open back and piece of jewellery hanging around her neck. Her white gloves resembled wedding gloves and they itched and she resisted the urge to wriggle around. As usual, the male hunter didn't seem to notice.

ChiChi nodded and agreed still smiling. God this was boring! If this kept up she'd have her face all cramped up tomorrow. A vampire's most horrible nightmare: an all-time smiling hunter! She giggled at the thought and the blond smiled thinking it was his doing. You know he was just telling the funniest joke in the world. It was about a cow that went to a bar…

The door chimed and ChiChi turned to look slightly. What seemingly was a punk, walked inside the restaurant and she couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. ChiChi attention then flew immediately to other and more important things; like food that had just arrived. She hadn't eaten anything last sixteen hours and was ravenous from her work out earlier. Spraying blood and ripping limbs was a hard job when the damn thing kept regenerating continuously. At least now she had something else to concentrate on that smiling. The food was delicious. Another and only pro for the night. She wasn't paying and got to eat free.

The forkful of the wine-marinated steak froze in mid air, but only for a second as she continued the movement quickly. Hitake blabbed on. Her finely attuned slayer instinct told that someone was looking at her intensely from behind. From the feel of it, it was definitely male one… a familiar one, perhaps. Her back crawled in sudden shivers… of what? ChiChi wasn't entirely sure and really didn't want to know. It was hot and her danger-alert sense was beginning to activate. No normal human being could possibly do that, could one? The feeling left her as quickly as it has come. She continued eating and her ears picked up some weird noise form the kitchen. Several others seemed to notice this as well, but shrugged it off as a klutzy waiter… Was that a scream? Probably a cook burned his hand in hot grease…

Hitake was oddly quiet and eating in silence and ChiChi was thankful for that. Hitake glanced at her smiling cryptically.

The female slayer fixed her mind on that gaze and then three things happened at the same time.

(I was really tempted you know…to leave this to this…nah! I'm being nice to ya!)

Hitake took a black velvet box from his suit's pocket. " ChiChi, I think it's time for us to take our relationship to the next level. Will you marry me?"

A piercing inhuman shriek echoed in the restaurant's hall, as the kitchen door's glass was suddenly red from the blood that seeped under the white door in rivers.

ChiChi almost choked on his steak as she heard Hitake's wacko proposition and realized the Messenger was here and turned to cough to the direction of the kitchen door, seeing the all so familiar blood.

Dressed as a punk. Staring at her. Killing people. Now or never was her change to get revenge and she was unarmed! Oh shit! But he's still alone… She sprung from her seat claiming to go to ladies room to powder her nose, leaving baffled Hitake behind as the customers were panicking around him, screaming bloody murder (pun intended! (:P)).

(But only a little bit nicer! Nyah!)

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A/N: Kjeh kjeh… my little brother made up the gun and it supposedly really exists… JA MATA! REVIEW! (O.O) Huge pleading puppy dog eyes! (readers run away creeped out by the psycho look)